Tag: mortality

an array of days

we all of us have a small array of days (how small, how) some much more so than others and were we/I able (un-blinded by-the-by) to see them stretch before/behind we would be numbed (benumbed) to find nothing stretching for ever (never, but nevermind) once … Continue reading an array of days



I could not come to you unbroken - just as day breaks herself brightly upon the crests of dark rises and every day the earth turns to give her credence and then turns again away while she spills into oblivion - but like her I … Continue reading revolutions

how like waves the days rise and rush, fold and founder, in this quieter collapse of perceived shores those hours I shooed and shushed, now distant as gulls whose calls sound time's dying, find placid flight along the cooler drifts of our remembrance I trail … Continue reading

at peace

it's been a year, my dear, since I shut the garden gate behind and shooed the wounded dreams away to trail mournful after happenstance and the ungraceful slant of those days no more than small disturbances now they rustle upon the edges of my feathers … Continue reading at peace

after stillness

for a second, sleep, and the stillness of stars waiting and after stillness, waning what then beyond this arrested breath? what then after the suspended beating from quiet breast? what remembrance moon? or trees that grew beyond these windows? or flowers passed on pebbled paths … Continue reading after stillness

a song of home

song in silvery descent beats in sweet repeats the tug of lodestones, the clamant lure of westward-leading winding winds, I sing the binding beck of springing grove and blooming troves of heather, let the tune renew the sweet enchantments the road has written upon my … Continue reading a song of home